In my early high school years, I ran with a crowd that was kind of a mix of skaters and like wanna-be gangster kids. Not the best crew looking back on it. Mind you we lived in the 'Burbs, but we would always hang out n skate n cause trouble in this kind of lower-income neighborhood that was close to us. Street cred I guess.
Anyway, one night one of these shithead "friends" of mine lifted a big ol bottle of gin from the local store. Next on the agenda, chug that shit like the teenage idiots that we were. Now it was time to wander the neighborhood hammered drunk, looking for trouble.
This is where it gets really fun for your boy
This super hard street gang and myself happened upon a house party going on, and some people at the house started yelling gang shit at us, so of course our dumb asses start yelling back. And none of us were actually in a gang, we just thought we were hard.
At some point somebody yelled the wrong thing, and a bunch of actual gang bangers come barrelling out of this house and corner a few of us. Some body took a swing and it was on, FOR THEM, as they proceeded to pummel me for a good few minutes as my dickhead crew ran away and left me to defend the honor of the gang. Didnt happen.
I got knocked unconsious and beaten up pretty badly, almost got my ear ripped off, broken nose and eye swollen shut.
Worst part was getting picked up from the hospital by my dad and having to listen to his shit the whole way home, as Im all lumped up and concussed. He made me go to school lookin like that too.
I learned my lesson pretty quick, and re-signed from the suburban street gang. Immediately noticed an improvement in my skating and relationship with pretty much everyone.
A few years later, one of those kids stole a cop car and ended up in a shoot out with the cops. He's still in prison.